Standing on a stone balcony overlooking the pee-atza, I say hello to those congregated, although I am very tired.
I am in Texas right now. It has been 99 or 100 degrees every day I have been here so far. I am staying in the room I lived in when I was 11-13. My Nolan Ryan poster and Smashing Pumpkins SPIN cover no longer adorn the wood-paneled walls. Today I was just blocks away from an estranged ex-G/F's house and it made me nervous just being in the same neighborhood!!!
I am on "vacation": Having watched less than 5 hours of television so far in 2005, I have been drawing large hits from the pipe...ESPN Classic, a long-forgotten cable favorite of mine, has been having a Muhammed Ali marathon. In the last 36 hours I have watched Ali v. Chuvalo I, Ali v. Terrell, Ali v. Folley, Ali v. Quarry I, Ali v. Bonavena, Ali v. Foreman [Rumble in the Jungle], and Ali v. Frazier III [Thrilla in Manila]. Time v. v. well spent!!! Having not seen these last two fights in particular is basically the equivalent of having never read any Shakespeare...or at least not having seen Romeo + Juliet feat. Danes/Dicaprio [aside: It is OK if you have not read any Milton. Only Emily $chless-Is-More-Inger has. That he was blind is what is important.] For the Manila fight, Frazier wore light blue denim trunks with a white stripe! After the Foreman fight, Ali said that his victory "proved Allah could do anything, even make George Foreman look like a baby". After one of these fights, I don't remember which, Ali said "I am the greatest fighter of all time, and Louisville, KY is the greatest city of all time!". Watching these fights reminded me about how much I enjoyed boxing when I was about 8-10 y/o. This was when fights were not shown exclusively on pay-per-view...via HBO I remember watching Sugar Ray Leonard, Marvelous Marvin Hagler, young Tyson, etc. My paternal grandfather was a boxer. I dislike boxing as lionized by the George Plimptons and Norman Mailers of the world, but am tempted to wax about boxing in a similarly annoying vein. I would probably watch boxing now if I was paid to do impressionistic fight "reviews" for a monthly magazine [which was not about boxing]. Also, I only like watching white or black heavyweights box...not a couple of hyperactive 120 lb. dudes from Honduras [with gay-ass crucifixes/lightning bolts and shit shaved into the sides of their heads] dancing around wearing oversized purple satin trunks with tassles and shit. A couple of people told me that the Mike Jones track where Roy Jones Jr. raps is pretty real, so maybe that will help me transition back into things. If I close my eyes, I can picture my bodyform as a neon green grid, arcade Punch Out!-style.